The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Di Mingjun glanced across the entire second floor when he landed somewhere on the southeast side.

The pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw a person lying on the big bed with unique shape and elegant colors.

A man.

It was clear that just now, his own consciousness swept through every corner of the courtyard without feeling any breath of life.

Then there is only one possibility.

This is not a living person.

Thinking like this in my heart, the nerves in my body became more tense.

A sense of extreme anxiety and oppression crawled into my heart silently.

Di Mingjun walked towards the bed step by step.

After he got closer, he could see the face of the sleeping man.

It was exactly the same as the man in the painting on the corner of the stairs.

So, he is the owner of this weird house?

Di Mingjun frowned slightly, her fingertips moved slightly, and Jiuyou Hongmengyan flew out of his palm and quickly wrapped her around the man on the bed.

Although everything indicates that this is a dead person.

But Di Mingjue intuitively felt that this person was very dangerous, even more dangerous than Di Beixuan.

After Jiuyou Hongmengyan completely trapped the person, Emperor Mingjun stepped forward to inspect the "corpse".

Cold and stiff, but it is indeed the touch of human skin.

This was a corpse, but it was more like a corpse that had just died not long ago.

Who is this person?

Di Mingjun was about to wave his hand.

Unpredictably, the man's closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a pair of indifferent icy blue pupils with almost no trace of emotion.

Rao Yi Mingjun's coldness and indifference, seeing this scene, his heart suddenly beat violently.

There was a deep, nice, but icy voice that didn't fluctuate.

"Are you the only child in the mouth of Emperor Beixuan who can control [Shenzhen Order]?"

The man sat up slowly.

The [Jiuyou Hongmengyan] who was originally tied to him did not seem to have encountered some terrifying nemesis.

After shaking violently, he flew back into Di Mingjun's body with a swish.

Di Mingjun frowned and looked at the man on the bed again.

Every move he made was stiff, and there was no mood swing on his face, he looked like a puppet.

The icy blue eyes slowly turned and landed on Di Mingjun's face before slowly saying: "I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

Di Mingjun recovered from the shock just now, and his expression returned to apathy and calmness.

He randomly found a chair beside him and sat down.

This chair is also very strange, spacious and soft. When sitting down, it seems that the whole person will be trapped in it.

"This is called a sofa." He heard the voice of the man on the bed faintly, "Liu Yin did it himself."

When talking about the word "liuyin", the coldness in the man's eyes seemed to dissipate and become soft.

But it also seemed to disappear without a trace in a flash.

Di Mingjun looked at him, "Who are you?"

The man got up from the bed and sat opposite Di Mingjue.

Although the sitting posture is casual, the appearance is handsome and elegant, but the whole person has a sense of rigidity and disharmony.

"My name is Mo." The man slowly said, "It's Mo Qingshan. Emperor of the Extreme Region, I think you are familiar with this name, right?"

Although he had already guessed in his heart, when he heard the words "Mo Qingshan", Di Mingjun's pupils still couldn't help shrinking.

Yes, how could he not know who Mo Qingshan is?

Ten thousand years ago, the Polar Region, the Nether Region, and the Demon Race were still triangulated.